HE WASN'T ABANDONED, HE WAS LOVED.
You all know the story of the Destroyer of Time. About how he was abandoned and then adopted by Mana, only to later become cursed and train as an Exorcist. How his life was filled with an unspeakable misery, but also filled with an indescribable love. The love of his adoptive father, and of his comrades with whom he fights Akuma with. Well, what if he was never abandoned? What if his parents had loved him, even with his deformed arm? Who were they, and why was poor Allen left all alone? It all begins with a small girl, who's eyesight was taken from her because of her small act of love . . .
I am
I am a freak
My eyes can never open
My heart can never heal
I am a Fallen Angel
Sentenced to walk the world
With no sight and no voice
I can sing no longer
Speak no words
Oh God, why?
What did I do to deserve this?
Is it because I loved him?
The 'Cursed One'?
The one who overcame you?
Oh, please, take whatever your want from me
But the child must live
He must live on and continue walking
Just as 'He' did . . .
It was an inevitable day. I had to watch the humans. They walked and walked, not really knowing where to go. Didn't they know that they were stuck on that Earth? What could they be walking for? I had no idea.
I am an Earth-bound Angel assigned from God so that I could connect people with Innocence. In other words, I had to choose those worthy of Innocence, as God was the one who created it for the humans. Humans. They walked like mindless dolls, as if there were a purpose to it all. Despair, sadness, and anger seemed to be the only things these humans were capable of feeling.
I sat in midair, brushing my white hair with my fingers. I looked down at the human city below me. It was bustling with business men, women in frilly clothing, and children who played in the mud. I smiled at the children. Humans were, beings of despair, but only the adult ones. The energy coming from children was so pure and warm. Ah, how ignorance can form a person.
I let my feet swing as I looked around the town. It was rare when I found someone who was worthy of an Innocence. As most of the people I had chosen were children. I felt bad about dragging them into a war but I had no choice. They were the ones deemed worthy in my eyes.
"Angel! Angel!" cried a few of the younger children. I looked down to see them pointing at me and waving. I waved back. A lot of children under the age of ten could see me, but as their minds developed, so did their human 'common sense'. It made me a bit lonely.
I sighed and flew around a bit in the air, but never leaving the children's sight. "Angel! It's an Angel, mommy!" A woman with brown hair and a tired look on her face glanced up at me, but then shook her head and smiled. "Oh? Really? What does she look like?" The woman played along with the short and chubby boy of about six. He rubbed his eyes before smiling at me with one of his front teeth missing. "She's really pretty, mommy. Her hair is white! Like an old lady's . . . but she looks like big sister!"
I wavered in the air a bit. Old lady? I loved my hair! But the big sister comment was nice . . . . I twiddled my thumbs at the thought of a family. Angel's never had a family, except for each other. I wondered what it was like, to have a mom or dad . . . . No, I couldn't think of such things. I was an Angel after all. I had to be grateful for what I had.
I stretched my wings with my arms and yawned. The sun was almost down, and when the sun went down the demons came out. I sighed a bit before flying upwards. I went higher and higher into the clouds before I came to a very large and fluffy one. Resting a bit on it, I relaxed myself into it's comfortable softness.
I closed my eyes as the cloud slowly moved with the wind. I drifted off into sleep as I waited for the cloud to take me somewhere random. A place where more than just children could see me.
